The lights are dimming in front of the mountain, and clouds come and go on the top of the mountain. There are several villages in the sound of partridges, and I meet old friends in Xiaoxiang. Waving feather fans, arranging silk towels, young men are riding horses and dust. Nowadays, I am haggard and my soul is summoned, and I have too many scholarly titles to miss my body.
---Xin Qiji